tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56241826130972961222026-10-18T14:56:11.225-04:00Parchment evolved. Poetry remains.onepersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10395600714257162622noreply@blogger.comBlogger256125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5624182613097296122.post-32805800741964225752026-10-18T14:26:17.329-04:002026-10-18T14:26:17.329-04:00

Earth holds meAs I am rebornAs She rebirthsFrom seeds along the windFrom seeds within the seaGrowth from within without compulsionRebirthing: Diagnosis life...Neurographic non-prompt: "With every stroke, I release tension..."

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The path it doth flowEverywhere we goMay we allow ourselves to slowTo hear the colors To see the scentsTo taste the texturesAnd feel the flavorsAllowing Our hearts To overflowNeurographic non-prompt: "Fresh Paths: Every new line builds new neural connections..."

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In the morning when I open my eyelids, they seeLight, colors, shapes, movementEyelids blink without any conscious effort Eye lashes help keep debris from cascading into my eyeballsFluid bathes my glimpsersI inhale, filling my cells with breath Body breathes itself Without any conscious effort from meI stretch, moving my limbs and extremities I arise, my legs and torso hold me

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After being away for over eight hours,Hubby steers the car into our driveway. To our delight two bucks are grazing in the backyard.They look up momentarily to check us out,then return to their grazing. Some ten minutes later, Hubby and I enter our home.As we ascend the short staircase I say,"Remember when we used to come home and check the answering machine?"We both chuckle.But

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I recently found the entries below as I was clearing out my Notes app.For a little context...When I received my 37th lumbar epidural in January 2022, I told my neurologist, "The epidurals don't seem to be working as well."He replied, "Well, that's not good."I asked, "What will we do if they stop working?"There was a pause, and then he responded, "I don't know. But we're not going to think

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Evolution of embodiment...Of thoughts into words...Of images into realities...~*~*~A Sunday in January...DespondentFeelings of no valueWhat is the pointOf continuing this merciless trudgeBody crippledBrain statickyMuscles weakEnergy on zeroBut enough energy To feel painTo feel emptinessTo feel alone~*~*~Two days later, on Tuesday...An isolation that feels thick-emptyNot an empty-emptyBut

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Subway, Styers Ferry RoadSuppertimeSalad with garlic dressing and turkeyThe only customerI sit in a boothFacing the prep counterOnly one employeeWe are together aloneIn this small spaceCup of water and two cookiesWhite chocolate macadamiaAnd raspberry cheesecakeThrough the speakersRock and contemporary music99.5 FM One thing I like about local radioThe DJs are liveAs they click the next

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I am thankful for my husband and children and granddaughter, my few close friends, my trusted medical and wellness team, and Earth's wildlife and non-human creatures who have continually come to my aide through the decades...~*~I turn the knob of the tub faucet so water flows...Water is a big part of the couple exit-life plans I've come up with...Water will finish the deed so that no breath is

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Cascades of color circulate...How can a "cascade" circulate?Cascades fall; they don't circle...Or do they?The curve of the rainbow...The moon's multi-colored halo...Both form as light reflects into the vapors...Prism hues appear, then dissipateDo vapors cascade?Do vapors float?Do vapors circulate?Yes. Yes. Yes.Energy flows through my physical body...Cells, neurotransmitters, breath, blood...

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Carol, just write...How do you feel?I feel brain rot...Again...Like there is a lack of substance in my gray matter.Why? How? What can I do about it?I've spent too much time this week with the machine.The little palm-sized digital screen.I scroll.Political news, cultural news, nature news.Opinions, opinions, opinions.But I seldom engage.I know why I get sucked in.I spend most my days alone.&

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May I tap into flowMay I float weightlesslyMay I drift slowlyimagessoundsscentsPossibilitiesno clocksno dingsno ringsOnly the breeze upon my nakednessMay I trustMay I restMay I...I am surrounded by BeautyShe pumps life though my cellsLike a bubbling spring Who brings life to all She touchesFeel the object that holds you at this momentThat cradles youThat keeps you from fallingMay I trustMay I

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The following poem "Until Then" is a repost from 2007...Watching Wintley sing now, in 2025...Still causes tears to roll...I no longer claim to be a Christian "believer"...But I still hold a tender spot in my heart...For the possibility of a benevolent, compassionate, all-knowing Being...That most people refer to as God...And many Christians refer to as Jesus...My current beliefs about this

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Today, Magic happened...I became one with WolfExhilaration, freedom, fully-sensedRunning unencumbered through the wildPausing as my instincts directI smell the deep, dark, pine forest I howl in primal connectionAware but not afraidI was created for this rompThese woods, wildThese woods, rawThese woods, realThese woods, homeFollowing a trail, blazing a trailI live, I thrive in these

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I am a limited beingSo is every other temporary life formAnimal, plant, rock, stellar, and cellularTo acknowledge these limits is vital for protectionTo question limitations is vital for growthCan I develop abilities beyond my obvious limitations?Stability on one hand and change on the otherToo much stability can yield stagnationToo much change can result in chaos

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 Cult / Anti-cult...The topic arises again for me...With the current political landscape, it's always around...Sometimes up close and personal...Sometimes in the distance...I can be standing in a clear calmYet away off in the horizon I see a stormThe storm never reaches meI simply witness it from afarAnd when the sun shines afterwardA rainbowWill the same happen in the nation where I live?

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A scripture asks...Can a leopard change his spots?Can an Ethiopian change his skin?Two rhetorical questionsBut can a sociopath change?Can the abuser change?Can a narcissist change?Can the abused change?I believe that yes, we canBut it isn't easy It's like cleaning a giant vatFilled with molded stewBroken heartsBroken soulsBroken bodiesDecades of collectionThe stew is toxicThe mold can killDo

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I feel I offended youI struggle with this often --this feeling that I offend othersI want you to know that I careBut in trying to relay thatwithout directly telling youI fumble and my words comeout too bluntlyOften, I cannot retrieve frommy brain the proper wordsI'd probably be better off tosay nothing2/22/2017~*~I regularly revisit posts I've written in the past, prompted by viewing my stats and

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Tears of griefI wailI spit upon broken promises, past and futureAloneWorn out from the gameEnraged at it allBut more so at myselfAloneDay after day after dayMonth after month after monthNo end in sightAloneSo, I quitNo more will I apply the band aidsNo more will I try "the next thing"Alone I awake the following dayA shield encases my heartNow into its deathAloneI later rouse my body To

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~*~*~I've recently run across some old poems... Adding some of them to my online anthology...~*~*~Lost...lostin a kaleidoscope ofhueswandering throughever changingtunes---------------lostfoggy nightin the crossroadsno white line---------------lostmy penscribbling doodlessearching for wordsto describe nothingness---------------lostmy caneabandoned to some cornerholding up two walls~*~*~And

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 How are you, my Love?Tired, so very tiredTo think creatively, I desireIt once was easierOr was it?What have you seen recently?Red -- Rose blossoming from FertilityOrange -- comforting Hue gently sits on the southern dark Horizon where Beach meets Ocean; Elephant and Tiger accompany me upon the Sand while Whale swims along in shallow WatersYellow -- bright Sunrise springing from Darkness

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~*~I've recently run across some old poems... Adding some of them to my online anthology... ~*~What is it that I seekPeering past, o'er my shoulderIf only I had rear eyesMy neck would get some restWhy not stop?About face, look forwardVista wideNeck relaxesUntil I strain too hardFailures, lossesSuccesses, gainsSome past, others futureThis momentThe only guaranteeTime in a bottleMoments

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  ~*~I've recently run across some old poems... Adding some of them to my online anthology... ~*~Turn off this staticthat fills my mind.Flee to the woodsthis soul of mine.Arms outstretched.Face to the sun.Fill my senses with wonderment!Fill my lungs with life!Fill my heart with freedom!let me taste the prism hueslet me dance upon the rainbowlet me touch the skyFill me!Feel me....

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 ~*~I've recently run across some old poems... Adding some of them to my online anthology... ~*~I feel entrappedWearied I amYet nothing I've done to be wearySnap these invisible bonds!Catapult self-righteous demandsto the farthest breadth.I desirerestvervedepthBut all I hear are these jumbling torrentsVenomous words run through my head"STOP IT!"I cry to no availEmotional masochist

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~*~I've recently run across some old poems... Adding some of them to my online anthology... ~*~Dare I enter?Do I dare?I tiptoe face forwardbackward in timeto take a peek,or a full view.....breathe.....I strollinto my past.Labor to touchinnocencesublime.A peek?No.A full view,yet only a partof what I lost:InnocenceHeartMay I touch you?Gentle I will be.What I once knew?Will you teach me?

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~*~I've recently run across some old poems... Adding some of them to my online anthology... ~*~Mesmerizing sunsetPrism hues paint the skyyellows, pinks, purplesYet without sightNo mesmerizing.Entrancing songMelodious tunes fill the airflutes, strings, rhythm beatsYet without hearingNo entrancement.Inviting jasmineFragrance impregnates the meadowsensual, rustic, calmingYet without

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